He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

Zhou Yan subconsciously swallowed and looked at Fu Lu, who was getting out of the car: "Ninth Brother, is she... is she drunk?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Song Zhi lunged at her.

Instinctively, Zhou Yan reached out and hugged the person.

But the next second, upon meeting Fu Lu's murderous gaze, he was so frightened that he pushed Song Zhi away.

"You, you stay away from me."

He didn't want to be targeted by his own brothers because of this.

Seeing this, Fu Lu quickly reached out and pulled the person into his arms, giving Zhou Yan a sinister glare: "Are you out of your mind?"

Zhou Yan chuckled awkwardly twice: "What's going on?"

Fu Lu ignored him and simply tossed the car keys to Zhou Yan: "Drive there."

Zhou Yan, quick-witted and agile, reached out and took the keys, complaining as he walked towards the driver's seat: "I say, Ninth Brother, you should arrange a driver. The dignified young CEO of the Fu Group doesn't even have a personal assistant. Is he not going to go?"

Before Fu Lu could finish speaking, he pulled Song Zhi toward the back seat.

Song Zhi's eyes were still fixed on Zhou Yan, and she chuckled, "Little brother, you still haven't told me how much you charge per night?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Lu said with a dark face, "Shut up."

As he spoke, he shoved the person into the car.

As soon as he sat down, Song Zhi pounced on him, looking up at him with her flushed face: "Brother, hehehe, you're so handsome."

After saying that, she even made a slurping sound, striking a pose like a female hooligan.

Her hand rested on Fu Lu's abdomen, and even through the fabric, Song Zhi could clearly feel the outline of the man's abdominal muscles.

She immediately became interested and reached out to unbutton Fu Lu's shirt.

Fu Lu grabbed Song Zhi's hand: "Don't touch me like that."

His voice was a little hoarse, and he looked at her with a restrained expression.

Song Zhi chuckled: "If you want to touch, then I want to touch."

After saying that, he was about to make his move, but the next second, Fu Lu reached out and pressed down on the small hand that was groping his waist and abdomen, as if afraid that the girl would boldly tear open his clothes in the next second.

After all, based on my new understanding of Song Zhi, she is definitely capable of doing such a thing now.

Sure enough, the next second, Song Zhi said with dissatisfaction, "Take off your clothes."

Fu Lu: "..."

Seeing that Fu Lu remained unmoved, Song Zhi decided to become self-sufficient.

He reached out again to tug at Fu Lu's shirt.

Perhaps because they were drunk, they couldn't be pulled apart no matter what.

She cried out in desperation, "Waaah, I can't untie it, please untie it for me!"

As he spoke, he straddled Fu Lu's lap.

Zhou Yan, who was driving in front, couldn't help but click his tongue twice when he heard the heated argument behind him.

Fu Lu then noticed Zhou Yan driving in front. He reached out and grabbed Song Zhi's hand, saying in a deep voice to Zhou Yan, "Play music."

Zhou Yan glanced at the rearview mirror and, seeing the two of them, raised an eyebrow slightly: "Ninth Brother, I'm still here. Can you please stop broadcasting in front of me? Consider the feelings of this single dog."

Fu Lu scoffed, clearly not believing Zhou Yan's words.

He pressed down the partition in the car to block out Zhou Yan's noisy voice.

Seeing that Fu Lu ignored her, Song Zhi reached out and pinched his cheek, saying in a pitiful voice, "Big brother, why are you ignoring me? Do you also have someone you'd like to marry?"

Fu Lu sighed helplessly: "No, I'm not ignoring you."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi immediately grinned.

Then, as if remembering something, she choked out, "But, but, he has a fiancée, I'm not good enough for him."

Fu Lu was stunned for a moment, then realized what was going on.

He sighed and pulled Song Zhi into his arms: "You are worthy, only you are worthy."

Feeling Fu Lu's body temperature, Song Zhi became obedient.

"really?"

"of course it's true."

Song Zhi tilted her head back excitedly and stared at Fu Lu quietly.

The next second, she tilted her head back and kissed Fu Lu's lips.

For a moment, the surroundings became quiet.

All that remained was Fu Lu's scalding breath and his wildly beating heart.

Before Fu Lu could even react, Song Zhi released him and gently touched his cheek: "You look just like him."

Fu Lu frowned: "Who?"

"My boyfriend."

Fu Lu asked knowingly, "Who is your boyfriend?"

Song Zhi shook her head: "I won't say, I don't want to say."

After saying that, she leaned in again and tentatively kissed him on the lips.

Fu Lu reached out and grabbed Song Zhi's waist, giving it a hard squeeze: "So, who do you take me for?"

Song Zhi groaned in pain, "It hurts, be gentle."

Fu Lu didn't let go of her, still staring straight at her: "Who am I?"

"Little brother."

After saying that, she went to take off Fu Lu's clothes.

Fu Lu suppressed his physical urges, reached out and grabbed her wrist, then whispered, "Take it off when we get home."

Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "No, I want to take it off now."

After saying that, she struggled to pull her hand away and tried to tear off Fu Lu's shirt.

The shirt that was originally tied around her waist was pulled out, and Song Zhi's hand reached inside the hem.

When Song Zhi's palm touched Fu Lu's burning hot skin, she subconsciously shivered.

She smacked her lips in dissatisfaction: "You're so hot."

Fu Lu was extremely tense. He grabbed her hand and said through gritted teeth, "Don't tease me anymore, or you'll regret it."

Song Zhi chuckled and, fearlessly, patted Fu Lu's abdomen: "What are the consequences? Let me try."

Fu Lu couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

grass.

I can't bear it.

He held her tightly in his arms, his lips brushing against Song Zhi's ear.

Hot breath fell on Song Zhi's earlobe, wet and warm.

Song Zhi felt a little uncomfortable being held so tightly by him.

She struggled for a moment: "Let go."

After he finished speaking, Zhou Yan's teasing voice came from ahead: "Ninth Brother, we're here. I came back at 100 miles per hour."

Fu Lu glanced sideways and looked out the window; the car had already stopped in his residential area.

He frowned: "Why did you drive here? I asked you to take the person back."

Zhou Yan dismissed it: "Yeah, your home? I don't know where her home is."

After saying that, he opened the car door, got out, and left. As he left, he reminded Fu Lu that the car keys were inside the car.

As soon as he finished speaking, the back door of the car was pushed open, and Fu Lu got out of the car first. He said to Zhou Yan's back, "You drive the car back, and then have someone drive it back later."

After saying that, he bent down, took the completely drunk girl out of the car, held her in his arms, and then strode towards the elevator.

Throughout the journey, Song Zhi was restless, acting silly in his arms.

While waiting for the elevator, an elderly man came over with a child in his hand.

When the child saw Song Zhi being held in Fu Lu's arms, he said in a clear voice, "Grandma, this little sister is so shy. She's so big and she still wants to be hugged. I don't want to be hugged."

Upon hearing this, the old lady quickly reached out and pulled her grandson close, covering her eyes with her hands and muttering, "The world is going to the dogs."